<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23161121</id><updated>2011-04-22T16:02:05.338+11:00</updated><title type='text'>gashes on my arms</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>asdfghjkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197982738534010283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23161121.post-3725957921282163780</id><published>2007-04-13T11:28:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T11:37:51.752+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we' played our hearts out yesterday and gave it all we got. and that's what matters. it doesn't matter what other people say. they'll never know what Zwinds went through as a band. and i'm proud we got a silver. this round was a tough one yet we still came through. though it's sad that we didn't live up to expectations,but everyone contributed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've learnt so much from band. from the members. from mr chew. so much, and not just about music. how to be strong. how to live life. so so much. i love you guys. esp the clarinet section. you guys worked your asses off over the running notes and for that i'm touched. you crazy people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love zwinds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23161121-3725957921282163780?l=-spiked-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/feeds/3725957921282163780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23161121&amp;postID=3725957921282163780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/3725957921282163780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/3725957921282163780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/2007/04/we-played-our-hearts-out-yesterday-and.html' title=''/><author><name>asdfghjkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197982738534010283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23161121.post-8180740667258769083</id><published>2007-03-18T00:34:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T00:49:36.132+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>flatness &amp; green tea &amp;amp; bu-zhi-suo-cuo-ness...&lt;br /&gt;plus a head of curly hair...&lt;br /&gt;today was fun. Pretty long day, but who cares? =)&lt;br /&gt;flip side, tmr's trip. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next debate coming up! re: my favourite topic, global warming. lololol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23161121-8180740667258769083?l=-spiked-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/feeds/8180740667258769083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23161121&amp;postID=8180740667258769083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/8180740667258769083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/8180740667258769083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/2007/03/flatness-green-tea-bu-zhi-suo-cuo-ness.html' title=''/><author><name>asdfghjkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197982738534010283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23161121.post-7362783991257531845</id><published>2007-03-15T23:21:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T23:21:50.928+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Memorable quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bart Simpson : 'I had a dream where i was in a family of cartoon characters and our success funded a propaganda channel called fox news.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23161121-7362783991257531845?l=-spiked-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/feeds/7362783991257531845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23161121&amp;postID=7362783991257531845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/7362783991257531845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/7362783991257531845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/2007/03/memorable-quote-bart-simpson-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>asdfghjkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197982738534010283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23161121.post-6197398024445013244</id><published>2007-03-15T22:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T22:53:01.524+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I tried macdonald's McCafe today. the latte &amp; some cappucino. it's GROSS I tell you. -sigh- Someone hurry up &amp;amp; open a Starbucks/tcc at J8 please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a month, maybe less to SYF.&lt;br /&gt;Zwinds, please pull yourselves together. don't let all our sacrifices go to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quote from SYF'05: one band, one sound/one missing, no sound&lt;br /&gt;listening to BLAM now. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23161121-6197398024445013244?l=-spiked-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/feeds/6197398024445013244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23161121&amp;postID=6197398024445013244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/6197398024445013244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/6197398024445013244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-tried-macdonalds-mccafe-today.html' title=''/><author><name>asdfghjkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197982738534010283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23161121.post-8562682346367139466</id><published>2007-03-13T11:52:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T12:05:51.590+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chinese oral was horrible. Ms. Lea told me not to anyhow make sounds if I didn't recognize a word. &gt;.&lt; in which case i'd probably be silent throughout because I didn't recognize like half the words?! rahh. According to the rest of the E4 people, she told them to watch the news at 10. oh, except for Sophia cause she's good. Sherry craps alot. lol. and Hui Yun, if you see this, thanks for the talk. We've settled it now, so yeah. =) Plus I bought Moby's album; it's really good. If anyone sees Dark Funeral's, tell me! I wanna buy that also.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23161121-8562682346367139466?l=-spiked-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/feeds/8562682346367139466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23161121&amp;postID=8562682346367139466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/8562682346367139466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/8562682346367139466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/2007/03/chinese-oral-was-horrible.html' title=''/><author><name>asdfghjkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197982738534010283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23161121.post-9199929138086837748</id><published>2007-03-10T00:45:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T00:57:09.247+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. yay. Moby's 'Moby go best of remixed etc'  is out.&lt;br /&gt;2. Actually I don't know anyone who does like Moby's music, but it doesn't matter cause it's not like very mainstream or whatever. Nothing against mainstream X, but after awhile they all begin to look like carbon copies of each other.&lt;br /&gt;3. Anyway I guess I'd better sleep now; if I do so it'll be the 1st time this week before 12 &amp;amp; I'd really like that.&lt;br /&gt;4. Oh, and did I mention Tagore won the debate? xD&lt;br /&gt;5. One more thing - just because I hardly blog about stuff like band doesn't mean I don't care about it.&lt;br /&gt;6. ok, goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23161121-9199929138086837748?l=-spiked-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/feeds/9199929138086837748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23161121&amp;postID=9199929138086837748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/9199929138086837748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/9199929138086837748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/2007/03/yay.html' title=''/><author><name>asdfghjkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197982738534010283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23161121.post-457639266437177393</id><published>2007-03-10T00:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T00:41:15.456+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;yes &amp; loves&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aimless random stuff like running down a flight of stairs&lt;br /&gt;and meeting up with old friends&lt;br /&gt;plus crossing the bridge more easily&lt;br /&gt;and new people. especially one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23161121-457639266437177393?l=-spiked-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/feeds/457639266437177393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23161121&amp;postID=457639266437177393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/457639266437177393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/457639266437177393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/2007/03/yes-loves-aimless-random-stuff-like.html' title=''/><author><name>asdfghjkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197982738534010283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23161121.post-5600600896266589349</id><published>2007-03-05T22:57:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T23:01:19.321+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ms Ow has taken to wearing Sa Chen-esque outfits lately. lol. =DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I just found out today that the debate's on Wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;-scream-&lt;br /&gt;People, help.&lt;br /&gt;Women are misrepresented by the media: Wan Zhen needs rebuttals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus I like my new keyboard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23161121-5600600896266589349?l=-spiked-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/feeds/5600600896266589349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23161121&amp;postID=5600600896266589349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/5600600896266589349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/5600600896266589349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/2007/03/ms-ow-has-taken-to-wearing-sa-chen.html' title=''/><author><name>asdfghjkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197982738534010283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23161121.post-6403439004559955838</id><published>2007-02-24T22:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T23:06:53.936+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>9 subjects + music lessons = very little time to live a normal life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I kinda like the hecticness. At times.&lt;br /&gt;And it feels good, having settled that. Response wasn't exactly as we'd discussed or I imagined, but anyway, ball's in your court now. Do what you will with it. I won't go crazy again, so I imagine that's a relief for you eh? Besides, there are so many plants out there. Yours isn't the only one that matters anymore, cause guess what. It wasn't totally my fault.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23161121-6403439004559955838?l=-spiked-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/feeds/6403439004559955838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23161121&amp;postID=6403439004559955838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/6403439004559955838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/6403439004559955838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/2007/02/9-subjects-music-lessons-very-little.html' title=''/><author><name>asdfghjkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197982738534010283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23161121.post-7190629191472402491</id><published>2007-02-11T00:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T00:35:08.068+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"hello, I must be going!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;title of a Phil Collins album &amp;amp; motto of today's generation.&lt;br /&gt;n_n&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23161121-7190629191472402491?l=-spiked-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/feeds/7190629191472402491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23161121&amp;postID=7190629191472402491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/7190629191472402491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/7190629191472402491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/2007/02/hello-i-must-be-going-title-of-phil.html' title=''/><author><name>asdfghjkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197982738534010283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23161121.post-117059729686270535</id><published>2007-02-04T23:29:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T23:54:56.876+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday I read the reports in the World section about global warming. And it's nice to see that people are finally realizing that global warming is&lt;br /&gt;1. real&lt;br /&gt;2. a very bad thing&lt;br /&gt;3. the result of human activities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's a good thing. For starters, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;But what exactly can we do?&lt;br /&gt;- Get more companies to go green?&lt;br /&gt;- Have countries sign agreements like the Kyoto Protocol?&lt;br /&gt;- Banish all fossil-fuel-consuming power plants?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I kinda doubt it's going to happen anytime soon. because it would involve us giving up many things we like too much. eg. electricity, cars, etc. And it's pretty impossible to make every country reduce their CO2 emissions or whatever. I mean, they have to develop, especially places like China &amp; India. To counter completely the effects of global warming or prevent it from worsening would require something along the lines of a massive effort on every single country's part. Call me cynical, but I really doubt if that will happen. but it doesn't hurt to hope right? Sounds cheesy, but it'd be great if the entire world could come together &amp;amp; make it work.  I mean, it's possible to generate electricity using renewable resources, eg. geothermal, wind, solar, whatever. Just that they aren't in practice because of lack of corporate &amp; political will. Example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; Many companies in the automobile and energy industries put pressure on the White House and Congress to halt or delay new laws or regulations -- or even to stop enforcing existing rules -- that would drive such changes. From requiring catalytic converters to improving gas mileage, car companies have fought even the smallest measure to protect public health and the environment. If progress is to be made, the American people will have to demand it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nrdc.org/globalWarming/f101.asp#11"&gt;http://www.nrdc.org/globalWarming/f101.asp#11&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[useful website for people new to the case of global warming. please look.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad. I hope these people wake up. And I'm not citing Americans in particular. It's just an example of how people resist initiatives to save the environment because it'll cost them money, or they can't be bothered, or whatever. You'd think the fact that we all live on this planet would be enough reason for us to take care of it. I mean, it's like how we take care of ourselves to prevent ourselves from falling sick. It's just logical to want to ensure health, so why can't we do that for the Earth?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23161121-117059729686270535?l=-spiked-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/feeds/117059729686270535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23161121&amp;postID=117059729686270535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/117059729686270535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/117059729686270535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/2007/02/yesterday-i-read-reports-in-world.html' title=''/><author><name>asdfghjkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197982738534010283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23161121.post-116999101912375435</id><published>2007-01-28T23:11:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T23:30:19.150+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;I don't like Haydn.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like Cambridge for coming up with the horribly sadistic idea of making this year's batch of MEP students learn about Haydn.&lt;br /&gt;like, &lt;strong&gt;everything&lt;/strong&gt; about Haydn. Do you know how old is he? 77. 77 freakin' years old. and his London Symphony is long. [the book is mustard yellow =D]&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the point of this entry is that I don't see why we're being tested about a composer's life besides having to analyze his works. I mean we're supposed to learn music. Like knowing what contact of his died in Vienna in 1766 is going to help in practicals? I suppose it's useful to learn random facts about some composers so you can impress people, like oh I know what's Debussy's favourite colour or whatever will make others gasp and applaud but it's not even remotely like you've pulled off his Clair de Lune.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, maybe knowing about the guy will help you see patterns or something in his pieces. Which helps in the analysis.&lt;br /&gt;but I'd stilll rather learn his pieces instead of him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23161121-116999101912375435?l=-spiked-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/feeds/116999101912375435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23161121&amp;postID=116999101912375435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/116999101912375435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/116999101912375435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-dont-like-haydn.html' title=''/><author><name>asdfghjkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197982738534010283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23161121.post-116930147694821585</id><published>2007-01-20T23:57:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T23:57:56.960+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>coffee: the person who has been coughed upon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23161121-116930147694821585?l=-spiked-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/feeds/116930147694821585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23161121&amp;postID=116930147694821585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/116930147694821585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/116930147694821585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/2007/01/coffee-person-who-has-been-coughed.html' title=''/><author><name>asdfghjkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197982738534010283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23161121.post-116929957474617369</id><published>2007-01-20T23:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T23:34:57.066+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love my new piano teacher fuckloads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I can't stand the stupid 'small fry' who has such a selective memory. Yes, I'm still pissed off over the CIP thing. But shall try to cool down; after all it's over already and all I can say is if he wants to act this way, he'll be lynched by us soon. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the Sec3s really enjoyed the camp. So many of them are breaking out into their camp cheers in the middle of the corridor or whatever. scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I've got 6 hairpins courtesy of Ms. Ow. She's so nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23161121-116929957474617369?l=-spiked-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/feeds/116929957474617369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23161121&amp;postID=116929957474617369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/116929957474617369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/116929957474617369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-love-my-new-piano-teacher-fuckloads.html' title=''/><author><name>asdfghjkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197982738534010283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23161121.post-116869665598418443</id><published>2007-01-13T23:56:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T23:57:35.993+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>James Marsters + Guy Pearce = xDDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23161121-116869665598418443?l=-spiked-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/feeds/116869665598418443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23161121&amp;postID=116869665598418443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/116869665598418443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/116869665598418443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/2007/01/james-marsters-guy-pearce-xdddd.html' title=''/><author><name>asdfghjkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197982738534010283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23161121.post-116844073821248570</id><published>2007-01-11T00:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T00:52:18.223+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got correction fluid all over my school skirt today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness for Clar's turpentine; most of the stains are faded now, though my room stinks of turpentine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and what they say about getting high on it? Sad to say, it's not true. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23161121-116844073821248570?l=-spiked-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/feeds/116844073821248570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23161121&amp;postID=116844073821248570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/116844073821248570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/116844073821248570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-got-correction-fluid-all-over-my.html' title=''/><author><name>asdfghjkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197982738534010283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23161121.post-116808533463111627</id><published>2007-01-06T21:55:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T22:08:54.643+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ms Ow is teaching 4e4 for Lit after all.&lt;br /&gt;and if she does come to this blog she'll probably be like so happy cause I'm actually saying her lessons are interesting. Though her being the DM kinda makes it suck. but it's also funny. I have this very strong urge to laugh whenever she/Blastoise start going on &amp; on about discipline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my father &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; noticed I've got 6 piercings, after roughly 3 years of living in the same house as me since I first pierced my ear. wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.&lt;br /&gt;Daniel, if you're reading this, you're a jerk. of the highest order.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;I suppose it's a sort-of compliment to you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23161121-116808533463111627?l=-spiked-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/feeds/116808533463111627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23161121&amp;postID=116808533463111627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/116808533463111627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/116808533463111627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/2007/01/ms-ow-is-teaching-4e4-for-lit-after.html' title=''/><author><name>asdfghjkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197982738534010283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23161121.post-116774522214708133</id><published>2007-01-02T23:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T23:40:22.156+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I managed to watch Disc 1 of My Fair Lady!! yayness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been to Clarke Quay twice in 2 days. So love the place, &amp;amp; the cat statues. plus my hangover is all gone! hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23161121-116774522214708133?l=-spiked-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/feeds/116774522214708133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23161121&amp;postID=116774522214708133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/116774522214708133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/116774522214708133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-managed-to-watch-disc-1-of-my-fair.html' title=''/><author><name>asdfghjkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197982738534010283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23161121.post-116756641273403284</id><published>2006-12-31T21:56:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T22:02:36.926+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Christmas Day was fun!! The car got smashed =D&lt;br /&gt;but it's feeling better so yeah...&lt;br /&gt;haha anyway I think my father's got a phobia of driving now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh, just read Meijun's blog and 4E4's form teacher is Ms Yvonne Leow. omg.&lt;br /&gt;Is E4 supposed to have A Math teachers as form teachers, or what?&lt;br /&gt;Plus Ms Ow's not teaching us Lit anymore!!!!! damn damn damn. She's good. And her lessons are not boring most of the time. ok maybe I'll still get her for English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, happy new year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23161121-116756641273403284?l=-spiked-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/feeds/116756641273403284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23161121&amp;postID=116756641273403284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/116756641273403284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/116756641273403284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-day-was-fun-car-got-smashed.html' title=''/><author><name>asdfghjkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197982738534010283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23161121.post-116696605485027583</id><published>2006-12-24T23:05:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T23:14:14.860+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm feeling all jumbled up. Cause I kinda miss him, and I really hate them, and I think tmr will be slightly crazy. Oh, and the whole of this week is so full, I have like no free day at all. wth. I want to relax &amp; watch My Fair Lady, which I've been wanting to do since I found out I actually have the dvd [earlier this month] but have not had the time. rahh. Probably will wind up staying up one night to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I wanna go walk in the rain. It's been such a long time since I did that. I mean the kind where you splash in all the puddles, wearing jap slippers and nobody giving a damn if you fall in a puddle &amp; get muddy...instead they'll just laugh &amp;amp; maybe join in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Seems like it's been nothing but screaming and cursing in this house since 2 years ago... can't we pretend on normal days instead of just for gatherings or whatever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23161121-116696605485027583?l=-spiked-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/feeds/116696605485027583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23161121&amp;postID=116696605485027583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/116696605485027583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/116696605485027583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-feeling-all-jumbled-up.html' title=''/><author><name>asdfghjkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197982738534010283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23161121.post-116679641157868041</id><published>2006-12-22T23:44:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T00:06:51.596+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Santa baby, slip a sable under the tree, for me&lt;br /&gt;I've been an awful good girl&lt;br /&gt;Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa baby, an out-of-space convertible too, light blue&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait up for you dear&lt;br /&gt;Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of all the fun I've missed&lt;br /&gt;Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed&lt;br /&gt;Next year I could be oh so good&lt;br /&gt;If you'd check off my Christmas list&lt;br /&gt;Boo doo bee doo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa honey, I wanna yacht and really that's&lt;br /&gt;Not a lot&lt;br /&gt;I've been an angel all year&lt;br /&gt;Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa cutie, there's one thing I really do need, the deed&lt;br /&gt;To a platinum mine&lt;br /&gt;Santa cutie, and hurry down the chimney tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa baby, I'm filling my stocking with a duplex, and checks&lt;br /&gt;Sign your 'X' on the line&lt;br /&gt;Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come and trim my Christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;With some decorations bought at Tiffany's&lt;br /&gt;I really do believe in you&lt;br /&gt;Let's see if you believe in me&lt;br /&gt;Boo doo bee doo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing, a ring&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean a phone&lt;br /&gt;Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurry down the chimney tonight&lt;br /&gt;Hurry down the chimney tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st listening: so so funny&lt;br /&gt;5th listening: having cramps from laughing&lt;br /&gt;8th listening: stone around the 4th verse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway it's a really funny song. Especially the way Madonna sings it, like some little girl who's pouting away cause daddy said "santa can't give you everything, darling" xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23161121-116679641157868041?l=-spiked-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/feeds/116679641157868041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23161121&amp;postID=116679641157868041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/116679641157868041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/116679641157868041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/2006/12/santa-baby-slip-sable-under-tree-for.html' title=''/><author><name>asdfghjkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197982738534010283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23161121.post-116661747169840124</id><published>2006-12-20T22:20:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T22:25:11.590+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, there was a cowboy who dyed his black hair orange so it'd match his horse. 2 years later, his horse died so he shaved his head and buried the hair with his horse. Then he bought a new horse and rode to Tibet and became a monk after his hair didn't grow back. Only he didn't speak the language so he took a vow of silence and lived happily ever after communicating via sign language.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23161121-116661747169840124?l=-spiked-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/feeds/116661747169840124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23161121&amp;postID=116661747169840124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/116661747169840124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/116661747169840124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/2006/12/once-upon-time-there-was-cowboy-who.html' title=''/><author><name>asdfghjkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197982738534010283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23161121.post-116644803565414048</id><published>2006-12-18T23:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T23:20:35.806+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1] The Steinway's freakin' amazing to play on - good&lt;br /&gt;2] I was no. 13. - good&lt;br /&gt;3] It's the last time I'll see Ms Tan ever. - really bad&lt;br /&gt;4] I screwed my left hand chord around the start of the 2nd section. - also really bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but overall today was fine. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23161121-116644803565414048?l=-spiked-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/feeds/116644803565414048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23161121&amp;postID=116644803565414048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/116644803565414048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/116644803565414048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/2006/12/1-steinways-freakin-amazing-to-play-on.html' title=''/><author><name>asdfghjkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197982738534010283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23161121.post-116618436907409293</id><published>2006-12-15T22:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T22:06:09.073+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Does anyone know what's a linden tree? Because it keeps popping up everywhere. In Cazalis' Danse Macabre, then in O-Zone's Dragostea din Tei, then in some crap email yesterday oh I just found out it's the type of tree that grows along the roadside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. ok so the last part's not true. But anway. Is the linden tree very poetical or something??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23161121-116618436907409293?l=-spiked-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/feeds/116618436907409293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23161121&amp;postID=116618436907409293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/116618436907409293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/116618436907409293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/2006/12/does-anyone-know-whats-linden-tree.html' title=''/><author><name>asdfghjkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197982738534010283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23161121.post-116618360827885144</id><published>2006-12-15T21:44:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T21:53:28.290+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eragon is a really lousy movie. Cliched and all that.&lt;br /&gt;What a waste of a fine, fine day.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, band was fun etc etc the new CX clarinet 07365 is freakin excellent to play on but have to wait till next week or so when Mr Chew comes back for approval and all; can't wait to divorce B7 in favour of 07365 =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commonwealth essay is sitting on my table grinning away and taunting me with cries of "You haven't written me yet and there's just a couple of weeks left!" yes please shut up, I can't decide what to write on and if you torment me this way I shall rip you to pieces. As it is I feel like stuffing you in the drawer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-slam-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23161121-116618360827885144?l=-spiked-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/feeds/116618360827885144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23161121&amp;postID=116618360827885144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/116618360827885144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/116618360827885144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/2006/12/eragon-is-really-lousy-movie.html' title=''/><author><name>asdfghjkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197982738534010283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23161121.post-116558462015254554</id><published>2006-12-08T23:26:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T23:33:12.776+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;This whole week simply flew past. Still feel like it's just tuesday or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;but on the bright side, there's extended piano lesson tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Oh. Today on my way home, this cat followed me. All the way from the 82 bus stop. It was so freaking adorable can. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS.&lt;/em&gt; I miss my bitch partner!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23161121-116558462015254554?l=-spiked-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/feeds/116558462015254554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23161121&amp;postID=116558462015254554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/116558462015254554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/116558462015254554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/2006/12/this-whole-week-simply-flew-past.html' title=''/><author><name>asdfghjkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197982738534010283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23161121.post-116541213174934244</id><published>2006-12-06T23:29:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T23:37:30.690+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I MADE THIS SKIN. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had band practice today, kind of: Went down to Swiss with Nicole to teach the clarinetists. yay. Tradition of going for band on birthday not broken after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making of IC was a total bust. Apparently the Chinese character for my sha isn't in their database so they'll have to create a new entry for that character. cool. I'm the only person in Singapore to have that sha. ok, the only one above 15. Yeah, so I have to go back down next week or so. What a waste of part of my morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and there's this trumpet player at Orchard. He's wheelchair-bound, but really good on the trumpet. lol. Plus we saw this guy wearing a Funeral For A Friend tee. FFAF is love! haha. Wonder where he bought it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23161121-116541213174934244?l=-spiked-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/feeds/116541213174934244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23161121&amp;postID=116541213174934244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/116541213174934244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/116541213174934244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-made-this-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>asdfghjkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197982738534010283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23161121.post-116506136592850822</id><published>2006-12-02T21:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T22:09:25.946+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So on Thursday, I stayed back after band for the stock take &amp; since Mr Masree left his baton in school, I started practicing conducting. Turns out my left hand keeps perfect tempo, while my right hand has a tendency to slow down slightly. So logically I should switch to conducting with my left hand. &lt;em&gt;But&lt;/em&gt; it has really bad stamina. Like after half an hour or so, it felt all swollen and floppy. Possibly there was that repititive strain &lt;em&gt;whatever&lt;/em&gt; injury that happens, eg to the thumbs of people who sms a lot. er yeah. So. Left or right hand. I'll just train both. See this is what happens when you have a narrow-minded, bitchy Pri. 1 form teacher who insists that every student of hers writes with his/her right hand. Anyway. Hobbits are cute. yeah. If they were real, I wonder if they'd wash their feet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23161121-116506136592850822?l=-spiked-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/feeds/116506136592850822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23161121&amp;postID=116506136592850822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/116506136592850822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/116506136592850822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/2006/12/so-on-thursday-i-stayed-back-after.html' title=''/><author><name>asdfghjkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197982738534010283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23161121.post-116481289052417226</id><published>2006-11-30T01:01:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T01:08:10.543+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;This will be a whiny post so skip if you don't want to get irritated&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking &lt;em&gt;exhausted&lt;/em&gt;. 3 consecutive days without lunch is really bad. I mean it's good if you're dieting, but it's really bad if you're not. Which I'm not. ok, fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so screwed for next Thursday: Band practice from 1pm to 6.30pm, and piano rehearsal at Tampines around 5pm. And it takes like an hour or so to get from Serangoon to the Tampines school, cause it's way, &lt;em&gt;way&lt;/em&gt; in. shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.&lt;br /&gt;Either:&lt;br /&gt;1. Leave band early [and risk another huge blowup]&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;2. Skip rehearsal [and risk another blowup which will also be big, but not quite as big I think]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want to skip either!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;grr.&lt;br /&gt;One week to figure this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hey god, if you really exist, now's the time to prove it. =D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23161121-116481289052417226?l=-spiked-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/feeds/116481289052417226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23161121&amp;postID=116481289052417226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/116481289052417226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/116481289052417226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/2006/11/this-will-be-whiny-post-so-skip-if-you.html' title=''/><author><name>asdfghjkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197982738534010283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23161121.post-116443403720755031</id><published>2006-11-25T15:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T15:53:57.216+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Zwinds is love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23161121-116443403720755031?l=-spiked-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/feeds/116443403720755031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23161121&amp;postID=116443403720755031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/116443403720755031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/116443403720755031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/2006/11/zwinds-is-love.html' title=''/><author><name>asdfghjkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197982738534010283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23161121.post-116438437394057593</id><published>2006-11-25T02:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T02:06:13.940+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The performance was damn fun. It was seriously worth all the craziness beforehand, just to hear the band pull it off. Was tiring, but heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh shit. I think I left my earpiece in school.&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There's really not much point in going through it all over again. Don't say I didn't try; we both know I did. And you did too. But I guess it's just been screwed up from the start. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;too bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I almost believed you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23161121-116438437394057593?l=-spiked-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/feeds/116438437394057593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23161121&amp;postID=116438437394057593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/116438437394057593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/116438437394057593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/2006/11/performance-was-damn-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>asdfghjkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197982738534010283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23161121.post-116392004668705992</id><published>2006-11-19T17:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T17:07:26.696+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Forgot to add that I went to the NCC HQ =D with Jiaying on Friday. It's quite a nice place, and we had a good laugh at the roads: Care For Fellow Cadets Road, Discipline Road, etc. Only thing it's so far in I got a little lost when walking out. According to this guy I asked for directions, I went a big round. gosh. But reached the main road eventually. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw a wedding car today, the kind with ribbons and bears all over and it looked so pretty. It made me realize the last time I saw one was months ago, around April.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23161121-116392004668705992?l=-spiked-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/feeds/116392004668705992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23161121&amp;postID=116392004668705992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/116392004668705992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/116392004668705992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/2006/11/forgot-to-add-that-i-went-to-ncc-hq-d.html' title=''/><author><name>asdfghjkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197982738534010283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23161121.post-116385244624278906</id><published>2006-11-18T22:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T22:20:46.263+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stupid petty "small fry" who has nothing but a "supporting role" in band. Bullshit. 9 of us vs. 1 of him and yet he still persists in being such a blockhead &amp; so damn unreasonable. Let's be totally evil and send the transcript of mine &amp;amp; Richmond's recordings to MOE. Or The Straits Times. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today marks one month to my recital, and I'm terrified the aircon will be so cold my hands will simply freeze up and not move fast enough. It happened on Thursday in the music room, and the aircon was only at 18 deg. crap. Quite sure the temperature will be around that, if not lower. Oh well. Will see at the rehearsal on the 29th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23161121-116385244624278906?l=-spiked-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/feeds/116385244624278906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23161121&amp;postID=116385244624278906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/116385244624278906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/116385244624278906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/2006/11/stupid-petty-small-fry-who-has-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>asdfghjkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197982738534010283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23161121.post-116334001768119477</id><published>2006-11-12T23:55:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:24:57.706+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was just asked "What do you live for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tough one. Let's see.&lt;br /&gt;1] Music&lt;br /&gt;2] That fizzing you get when you know something major's going to happen&lt;br /&gt;3] ....and once upon a time,&lt;br /&gt;there was a sculpture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok the question's weird.&lt;br /&gt;Never mind. I'm weirder. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud of myself. In less than a week of Chem/Bio practicals I broke like 4 test tubes &amp;amp; a glass rod. The science department must love me so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23161121-116334001768119477?l=-spiked-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/feeds/116334001768119477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23161121&amp;postID=116334001768119477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/116334001768119477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/116334001768119477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/2006/11/was-just-asked-what-do-you-live-for.html' title=''/><author><name>asdfghjkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197982738534010283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23161121.post-116333793312141576</id><published>2006-11-12T23:20:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:25:33.130+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The passing out parade was fun. Spotted Rach; she still looks the same, &amp; think I saw Fuhui but he was really far off so not entirely sure. Anyway, it was over quite quickly. Pity.&lt;br /&gt;-meowryan tribe-&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, that was so long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio spa tomorrow. Boredom awaits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The stupid bastard made me the 3rd party, &amp;amp; I don't like it. And he still wants a fucking patch. wth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23161121-116333793312141576?l=-spiked-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/feeds/116333793312141576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23161121&amp;postID=116333793312141576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/116333793312141576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/116333793312141576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/2006/11/passing-out-parade-was-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>asdfghjkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197982738534010283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23161121.post-116299457657199650</id><published>2006-11-09T00:01:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T00:02:56.586+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bio spa is like &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so fucking boring&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23161121-116299457657199650?l=-spiked-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/feeds/116299457657199650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23161121&amp;postID=116299457657199650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/116299457657199650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/116299457657199650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/2006/11/bio-spa-is-like-so-fucking-boring-can.html' title=''/><author><name>asdfghjkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197982738534010283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23161121.post-116281918462086663</id><published>2006-11-06T23:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T23:19:44.640+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fuckayyt, Notre Dame de Paris is pure 98% absolute LOVE!!! hahaha. I wanna watch again; someone sponser me $120 for tickets please! It's so....well, words fail. Go see it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS; CLOPIN is love too, he has hot rasta hair. =D &lt;em&gt;Not&lt;/em&gt; to be confused with CHOPIN, lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23161121-116281918462086663?l=-spiked-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/feeds/116281918462086663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23161121&amp;postID=116281918462086663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/116281918462086663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/116281918462086663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/2006/11/fuckayyt-notre-dame-de-paris-is-pure.html' title=''/><author><name>asdfghjkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197982738534010283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23161121.post-116204290315041974</id><published>2006-10-29T00:22:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T23:21:50.603+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to Vivo again yesterday with Jiaying, &amp; it's such love for that place. Because we spent like 7 hours in there &amp;amp; I didn't really get bored. Granted, The Prestige took up about 3 hours. So...we spent 4 or so hours just walking around -wow- hmm. LJS makes pretty decent cappucinos. Anyway, The Prestige is amazing. It's about obssession, &amp; it's fascinating. Trying to figure out who's the clone, who's the original, who's the father, who was executed...They built their whole lives around trying to outdo each other, and in the end i think about 4 people died, not counting the many clones of Hugh Jackman's character. It's great fun, getting insights into the psyche of such people. Makes you obssessed about being obssessed. Strange how live people can haunt you so.... I could go on for ages about the show, but I'd rather not. Not right now. Suffice it to say that it's a bloody fantastic show, much better than the crap that's normally screened at any time of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;email's all well &amp;amp; good, but really, nothing beats seeing you face to face =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23161121-116204290315041974?l=-spiked-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/feeds/116204290315041974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23161121&amp;postID=116204290315041974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/116204290315041974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/116204290315041974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/2006/10/went-to-vivo-again-yesterday-with.html' title=''/><author><name>asdfghjkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197982738534010283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23161121.post-116021175637196234</id><published>2006-10-07T19:53:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T20:11:35.756+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I must be nuts to go to a 4-hour long concert in the middle of the exam period, but last night's was worth missing out on cramming time. The first half was simply amazing, and I love Berlioz even more. He is like, sheer genius. And Benjamin Schmidt was breathtaking during the violin concerto no. 1 in G Minor by Bruch. Finally, I get to hear a Stradivarius live!! He put he SSO violinists to shame [their upper register sounded positively sqeaky by comparison]. And I've found out the name of that impromptu deliverance: Passacaglia in G Minor, from the Mystery Sonatas. It's beautiful. Absolutely loved last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question of the week:&lt;br /&gt;Are you a neanderthal?&lt;br /&gt;-say it the Serene Ow way- [you'll fall over laughing]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23161121-116021175637196234?l=-spiked-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/feeds/116021175637196234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23161121&amp;postID=116021175637196234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/116021175637196234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/116021175637196234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-must-be-nuts-to-go-to-4-hour-long.html' title=''/><author><name>asdfghjkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197982738534010283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23161121.post-115919302220117447</id><published>2006-09-26T00:53:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T01:03:42.213+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't believe the crap my brain comes up with sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wasted my afternoon at HBF; went there to get some SS into my head because I am determined not, not, NOT to get lower than a B4 for EOYs and then what happens, I &lt;strong&gt;fall asleep&lt;/strong&gt;. Even though I was in an extremely crowded place, I managed to while away &lt;strong&gt;3+ hours&lt;/strong&gt; [wth wth wth] with my head on my notes on Diplomacy &amp; Deterrence, possibly snoring lightly, definitely not drooling -thank goodness- the last thing I need is a big patch of water smudging my notes [they've already been drenched in ice lemon tea].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And instead of dreaming about the SS bits I've recently read I dreamt about this weird random incident from Primary 3, when I went for a Science workshop &amp; my partner broke the mirror we were using for reflection experiments. and there's this superstition that breaking a mirror gives you 7 years of bad luck, so by calculation he still has one year + - to go, poor boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, why am I dreaming of this?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inference: I'm going crazier than normal thanks to the EOYs.&lt;br /&gt;Evidence: Behaviour today&lt;br /&gt;Supported by: Witnesses at HBF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow that format doesn't sound quite right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23161121-115919302220117447?l=-spiked-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/feeds/115919302220117447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23161121&amp;postID=115919302220117447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/115919302220117447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/115919302220117447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-dont-believe-crap-my-brain-comes-up.html' title=''/><author><name>asdfghjkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197982738534010283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23161121.post-115893682044836560</id><published>2006-09-23T01:43:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T02:26:56.123+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gahhh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, ponned E Math to go turtle fishing with Sherilyn. Aw Su joined later on. Very fun, but Arthur didn't meet his relative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we set up the cow club because ps; we worship cows.&lt;br /&gt;And we left a yellow thingy from the stupid bouquets outside the G.O. on the Swiss/Singapore cow's head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it looks like a bird from the staircase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-heartbreaks-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23161121-115893682044836560?l=-spiked-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/feeds/115893682044836560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23161121&amp;postID=115893682044836560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/115893682044836560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/115893682044836560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/2006/09/gahhh.html' title=''/><author><name>asdfghjkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197982738534010283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23161121.post-115866948806631507</id><published>2006-09-19T23:32:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T02:31:59.976+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Spent Chinese period making this fantastically long list of crap words beginning with 'p' with Min ling &amp; Sherilyn. Then moved on to some other crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Giselle is this dance about a dancer who goes insane because of her work. And it's fantastic and I wanna watch it and I can't. T.T So I'll whine and bitch about it until I get tired of doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. Look at him. Ain't he hot?&lt;br /&gt;lalala/&lt;br /&gt;Min ling, those are cheekbones oh&lt;em&gt;kayyy.&lt;/em&gt; Like those guy barbies in Action City&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2257/2367/1600/spike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2257/2367/320/spike.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-swoon-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23161121-115866948806631507?l=-spiked-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/feeds/115866948806631507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23161121&amp;postID=115866948806631507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/115866948806631507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/115866948806631507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/2006/09/spent-chinese-period-making-this.html' title=''/><author><name>asdfghjkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197982738534010283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23161121.post-115840572962167579</id><published>2006-09-16T22:20:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T22:22:09.630+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm staring at something which reminds me of something else and that's so fucked up because I'm not supposed to remember that. And yet I'm fascinated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bullfuckingshit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23161121-115840572962167579?l=-spiked-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/feeds/115840572962167579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23161121&amp;postID=115840572962167579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/115840572962167579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/115840572962167579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-staring-at-something-which-reminds.html' title=''/><author><name>asdfghjkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197982738534010283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23161121.post-115746225663600680</id><published>2006-09-06T00:09:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T00:17:36.636+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So funny. Nearly everyone on MSN has a little turtle on their nicks cause of Steve Irwin's death. Oh wait it's changed to a flower now. Really, it perks you right up seeing this long list of flowers on the MSN page. Shouldn't it be a stingray or crocodile?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23161121-115746225663600680?l=-spiked-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/feeds/115746225663600680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23161121&amp;postID=115746225663600680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/115746225663600680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/115746225663600680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/2006/09/so-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>asdfghjkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197982738534010283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23161121.post-115582666663036140</id><published>2006-08-18T01:52:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T01:57:46.640+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's music class was like damn fun. -as usual- Finished composing the accompaniment part early, so went outside with Joshua and we started climbing all over the staircase railings. It's reallyyyy fun. Got Hui Yun out to climb as well, and the St. Nick's girls were staring at us like we were psychos or something. Ok maybe it's kinda rude to climb around another school's staircases, but we weren't even wearing our shoes so it wasn't like we dirtied it or anything. yep. Lol. Next week shall find more places for climbing. It's good exercise anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23161121-115582666663036140?l=-spiked-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/feeds/115582666663036140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23161121&amp;postID=115582666663036140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/115582666663036140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/115582666663036140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/2006/08/todays-music-class-was-like-damn-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>asdfghjkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197982738534010283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23161121.post-115538880456328472</id><published>2006-08-13T00:14:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T00:20:04.573+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fuckayyyt, I'm happy. Like more so than in a long, long time. Thanks dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K right now I'm acting as some sorta neutral party for a Lebanese couple. Haha. It's actually kind of fun. If not for Samar's depression. Gosh. Act for me like that awright? I'm not given to PDAs, but right now I'm going down to the void decks to scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, I'm just. well.&lt;br /&gt;Happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23161121-115538880456328472?l=-spiked-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/feeds/115538880456328472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23161121&amp;postID=115538880456328472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/115538880456328472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/115538880456328472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/2006/08/fuckayyyt-im-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>asdfghjkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197982738534010283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23161121.post-115521159154209254</id><published>2006-08-10T23:04:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T23:06:31.543+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is Singapore really independent? I mean we still depend on other countries for resources like water, oil etc. Yeah. So it should be like relative independence. Which means that practically no country is truly independent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nobody is truly independent?&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe we're not independent, just free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23161121-115521159154209254?l=-spiked-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/feeds/115521159154209254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23161121&amp;postID=115521159154209254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/115521159154209254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/115521159154209254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/2006/08/is-singapore-really-independent-i-mean.html' title=''/><author><name>asdfghjkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197982738534010283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23161121.post-115253650839261367</id><published>2006-07-10T23:59:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T00:01:48.406+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I resolve to&lt;br /&gt;1. pass grade 6 practical&lt;br /&gt;2. stop doing reckless things&lt;br /&gt;3. stop doing crazy things&lt;br /&gt;4. stop faling asleep in Chinese/Math/Biology class&lt;br /&gt;5. grow taller&lt;br /&gt;6. eat more&lt;br /&gt;7. draw on myself less often because apparently it causes cancer&lt;br /&gt;8. stop saying the first thing that comes into my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then I think life should improve from there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23161121-115253650839261367?l=-spiked-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/feeds/115253650839261367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23161121&amp;postID=115253650839261367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/115253650839261367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/115253650839261367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-resolve-to-1.html' title=''/><author><name>asdfghjkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197982738534010283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23161121.post-115219421387546261</id><published>2006-07-07T00:47:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T01:33:02.240+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Germany gone too. World Cup 2006 is so sucky. May as well root for Italy now. Well anyway. The only way to deal with it is to move on. But it's strange how one's feelings about two same situations can feel so opposite the moment one person is switched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been tagged by Renee:&lt;br /&gt;1. Do the following without complaint.&lt;br /&gt;2. Choose 5 bloggers to do this upon completion.&lt;br /&gt;3. Leave a tag on the 5 tagboards to announce he/she has been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;4. Start your entry with "I've been tagged!" then do the following.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourites.&lt;br /&gt;Colour: Currently gray.&lt;br /&gt;Food: Cookies. Any type except chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;Song: Alot. But right now, Amore Scusami by Patrizio Buanne.&lt;br /&gt;Movie: Centre Stage. Plus any A.H. movie.&lt;br /&gt;Sport: Tkd. Oh, soccer. World Cup =)&lt;br /&gt;Day of the week: Today.&lt;br /&gt;Season: Autumn.&lt;br /&gt;Ice Cream: I'd prefer frozen yoghurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currents.&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Zen. Haha, right.&lt;br /&gt;Taste: Toothpaste aftertaste. Gross.&lt;br /&gt;Clothes: Top/Shorts/Underwear.&lt;br /&gt;Desktop: Purple lightning.&lt;br /&gt;Toe nail colour: Base coat on, so transparent &amp;amp; shiny.&lt;br /&gt;Surroundings: 4 walls, a floor and a ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;Annoyances: Show offs. Waking up with a headache. Actually alot of things.&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts: I'm being really bitchy to someone on MSN [and enjoying it]. xD And Erl King is stuck on repeat in my head. Is that considered a thought?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firsts.&lt;br /&gt;Best Friend: Arthur Douglas Chiam Cheng Chai. Lol. Nice name.&lt;br /&gt;Crush: That blonde guy in the London tube.&lt;br /&gt;Movie: The Little Mermaid.&lt;br /&gt;Lie: I've pretty much lost track.&lt;br /&gt;Music: No idea. National anthem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lasts.&lt;br /&gt;Cigarette: Nov/Dec 2004&lt;br /&gt;Drink: Orange juice.&lt;br /&gt;Car Ride: 6.41pm&lt;br /&gt;Crush: July 2005&lt;br /&gt;Movie: X-Men 3.&lt;br /&gt;Phone Call: 9.30+pm&lt;br /&gt;CD played: James Bond soundtrack for "Diamonds Are Forever".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever.&lt;br /&gt;Dated one of your best friends: Yeah. Don't do it. You'll wind up not-best friends.&lt;br /&gt;Broken the law: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Been arrested: Not yet.&lt;br /&gt;Skinny-dipped: Not yet. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Been on TV: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Kissed someone you don't know: Shouldn't you at least know the poor sod's name first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things&lt;br /&gt;5 you are wearing: Shorts/Shirt/Spectacles/Underwear/Ring.&lt;br /&gt;4 things you did today: Walked/Talked/Slept/This quiz.&lt;br /&gt;3 things you can hear right now: My typing sounds, the TV, some kid screaming somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;1 thing you do when you are bored: Daydream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged:&lt;br /&gt;1. You&lt;br /&gt;2. You&lt;br /&gt;3. You&lt;br /&gt;4. You&lt;br /&gt;5. You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, all readers of this blog. xD Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I love lettuce!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23161121-115219421387546261?l=-spiked-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/feeds/115219421387546261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23161121&amp;postID=115219421387546261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/115219421387546261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/115219421387546261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/2006/07/germany-gone-too.html' title=''/><author><name>asdfghjkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197982738534010283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23161121.post-115115182551457282</id><published>2006-06-24T23:15:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T21:46:26.706+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The band bbq rocked. Way fun. Especially the ice-throwing part. Haha. Too bad couldn't see the sun set from there though. But there was a rainbow =) and no rain. Pit 55. We walked, what, 500+m to get there? From pit 10, anyway. Luckily Zikang etc knew the way. Next time I shall just take Alvin's advice and rent a bike from the start. Haha. It was great. About 3/4, maybe more, of the current members attended. And some alumni. And Fiona, whoa. Lol. Her bag smells nice. Makes a fantastic bolster. xD Oh yeah. Mr Ong came too. We wanted to water-bomb him, but decided not to because he might fail our chem. According to Richmond or somebody, anyway. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23161121-115115182551457282?l=-spiked-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/feeds/115115182551457282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23161121&amp;postID=115115182551457282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/115115182551457282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/115115182551457282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/2006/06/band-bbq-rocked.html' title=''/><author><name>asdfghjkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197982738534010283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23161121.post-115011616533578276</id><published>2006-06-12T23:42:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T23:42:45.363+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People, be warned. There's a vampire lookalike with killer cheekbones roaming the streets of Singapore. And he scores 20 out of 10. whoa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23161121-115011616533578276?l=-spiked-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/feeds/115011616533578276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23161121&amp;postID=115011616533578276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/115011616533578276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/115011616533578276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/2006/06/people-be-warned.html' title=''/><author><name>asdfghjkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197982738534010283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23161121.post-114992146183375920</id><published>2006-06-10T17:19:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T17:37:41.846+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wonder what's the point of displaying one's feelings so openly. It makes one so vulnerable to others. Like, come on, we all know what hurts you. Why do you want us to know? Yeah well, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone tell me what AFI stands for? Came across them just today and I'm so in love with them. There you go, dickhead. I love words. Inanimate stuff. Helluva lot safer than people. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I broke myself, shattered, tied a bow around every piece. You'll love the eyes. Have they always shown so vacantly? The more I show the less you'll want to know. I can't stop the insects that are feeding, pull the needles from beneath my skin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once there was boy who had vibrant glow, but as it goes, someone took it from him. One day through the rain I heard him meekly moan, he said"Will you wrap your arms around me as I'm falling?" Remember when we were all so beautiful? Never again, since then we've lost our glow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is pure poetry. From AFI. See why I love 'em? They play magic with words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parla piu Piano = TSD!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and no, that's not STD jumbled up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23161121-114992146183375920?l=-spiked-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/feeds/114992146183375920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23161121&amp;postID=114992146183375920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/114992146183375920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/114992146183375920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/2006/06/wonder-whats-point-of-displaying-ones.html' title=''/><author><name>asdfghjkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197982738534010283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23161121.post-114951465409569175</id><published>2006-06-06T00:20:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T00:37:34.623+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"eh,girl, i tell you ah, i so proud of myself leh. today in my compo i used one damn cheem word leh. PARANOID. good right?"&lt;br /&gt;"wah seh. sounds so cheem leh. what it mean?"&lt;br /&gt;"dunno what....worried i think. something like that la. never mind. i used so cheem the word. damn proud of myself you know!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes dahlin i'm damn proud of you too. you got the meaning wrong, but hey, the pronounciation's right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard this conversation some time ago. it's seriously funny. not to be mean to those girls, but reallehhh. i die laughing everytime i recall it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23161121-114951465409569175?l=-spiked-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/feeds/114951465409569175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23161121&amp;postID=114951465409569175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/114951465409569175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/114951465409569175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/2006/06/ehgirl-i-tell-you-ah-i-so-proud-of.html' title=''/><author><name>asdfghjkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197982738534010283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23161121.post-114916689773256554</id><published>2006-06-01T23:48:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T00:01:37.756+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my god. i freakin' love The Spirit of Orpheus. the cornet part is so nice. and the part with the saxophones and horns combined reminded me of Bacchus, for some weird reason. i think he's the god of wine or something like that? yeah.&lt;br /&gt;anyway. Mr Chew was like. hurt? by the so-called "reflection of Aw Chai Foo" in the Zwinds blog. er. can't exactly fault our batch. most of the posts are done by our alumni. naturally they would be closer to A.C.F than A.C. well, up to him if he wants to be so sensitive. though we did try this practice, as shown by Estrellita. a little off on tempo at parts, but still sounds quite alright.&lt;br /&gt;so sick of Bandology already. can we just cut that march out and replace it with something much less irritating like Thundercrest? oh i just remembered. got new scores for A Huntingdon Celebration and Sway. love the two songs. especially A.H.C. played it in sec1. very melodious, from what i remember of the first clarinet part.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes band sessions seem almost relaxing, despite the constant lecturing and repeats. there's just something so electric when the band gets something going so well. occassionally. or when doing a new piece for the first time ever. figuring out the melody gives me tingles all over. i can't quite narrow down the exact cause though. probably just a mixture of factors. many many elements. yes well. all that matters is getting high.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23161121-114916689773256554?l=-spiked-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/feeds/114916689773256554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23161121&amp;postID=114916689773256554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/114916689773256554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/114916689773256554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-god.html' title=''/><author><name>asdfghjkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197982738534010283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23161121.post-114907792825663141</id><published>2006-05-31T23:07:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T23:18:48.280+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>are words more powerful than actions? in some cases, only war can resolve an issue. peace treaties or the like are overruled most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;and words don't have the power to express everything. there are situations or feelings or whatever that are too complex to be summed up into neat little sentences. neither are words all-powerful in describing something. for example, a sight leaving you speechless whether positively or negatively.&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, physical injury hurts maybe leaves a scar but discouraging words could affect one's self esteem for life. like emotional scarring. and people are inspired by speeches, like that i have a dream speech by some ass from america a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;but most of the time people would choose words before actions to resolve an issue; drastic actions are only called for when they are left with no other option. thus words and actions cannot be compared to say one is more powerful than the other. instead both have to used when appropriate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23161121-114907792825663141?l=-spiked-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/feeds/114907792825663141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>majority of yesterday's practice was spent teaching hui min how to play the euphonium. so ironic, somehow. when she was picking up clarinet i had to teach her. then now, again on the eupho. but anyway it was fun. got her all the way to D. yeah. chem today was another mind-numbing 1 1/2 hours in boredom. never mind. at the very least, it provides an excuse to get out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be a little careless&lt;br /&gt;For there's no guarantee that I will come out whole&lt;br /&gt;(or sane)&lt;br /&gt;And anyway, I've been&lt;br /&gt;far too careful for far too long; not like you&lt;br /&gt;would even understand.&lt;br /&gt;In any case, my point is this:&lt;br /&gt;Life is brief (really it is)&lt;br /&gt;and you,&lt;br /&gt;you have no idea how very brief it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally found out why one should share a sunset with a blind man.&lt;br /&gt;now i have another question:&lt;br /&gt;who would you rather have at your funeral.&lt;br /&gt;the person who inspired you, or the person whom you inspired?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23161121-114907712204545561?l=-spiked-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/feeds/114907712204545561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23161121&amp;postID=114907712204545561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/114907712204545561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/114907712204545561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/2006/05/majority-of-yesterdays-practice-was.html' title=''/><author><name>asdfghjkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197982738534010283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23161121.post-114865014270425349</id><published>2006-05-27T00:10:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T21:59:18.690+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can show you the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;been there, done that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shining, shimmering, splendid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;like diamonds?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, princess, now when did you last let your heart decide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;um. the last shoe sale! couldn't decide between gucci or prada so i bought both!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hello, they're open.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take you wonder by wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oooh. let's start with barney's evening wear department!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over, sideways and under&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that sounds....uncomfortable.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a magic carpet ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;uhh...i'll take a limo.&lt;/em&gt; xD&lt;br /&gt;A whole new world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i can't believe i'm here!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new fantastic point of view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;look at all these shoes/clothes/accessories!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one to tell us no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ohmygod are you serious?!?! i'm gonna buy everything!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or where to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;paris! new york! milan!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or say we're only dreaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh, don't let me wake up!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha. fangying and i came up with this today during SS. so crap. the words in italics are from the extremely materialistic/bimbotic jasmine who is constantly interrupting poor aladdin's serenade. and the car wash yesterday was fun and wet. lol. holidays are going to suck. the most fun thing will be writing journal entries for ms ow. gonna freak her out. xD oh yeah. today kun loong put that stupid picture of rainie in the 4e5 window. then when i went down to ask my sis something, kelvin tan saw me and like &lt;em&gt;glared&lt;/em&gt; so i went 'oh shit' and went off. then he thought i got scared by the picture. -.- wth. i like the lips though. haha. nice fangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i need my privacy, damn you. leavemealone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23161121-114865014270425349?l=-spiked-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23161121.post-114812373802290069</id><published>2006-05-20T22:12:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T22:15:38.043+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;somos novius, my dear, somos novius.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yeah right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; sorry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;my dear&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i so do not agree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23161121-114812373802290069?l=-spiked-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/feeds/114812373802290069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23161121&amp;postID=114812373802290069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/114812373802290069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/114812373802290069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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dragged me down to harbourfront to watch the ships. when we reached there we bought coffee. the starbucks girl is nice. haha. rhumba has been replaced by java chip =( not as nice. looks like sand. lol. renee ate breakfast at the internet cafe bar. amazing view of the harbour, but then that psycho spoiled it by waving to-and scaring-this guy steering a boat. haha. then she forgot to pay. lol.&lt;br /&gt;oh, and we saw this model ship of superstar virgo, and were discussing how to paddle it out to the harbour when one of us got this bright idea of loading barbie onto it then throwing her overbord. then ken must go rescue her. but being the balless wimp he is, he can't save her and starts drowning too. so we toss barbie's friends as well, in hopes that one of them will turn out to be an amazing swimmer and somehow manage to rescue everyone. of course the bimbos drown, so finally we just add kelly because we can't bear to see her become an orphan. oh, and a lifebuoy which doesn't work, and a pair of wings which become wet and sink. yep, that's about it. how tragic. xD&lt;br /&gt;and we found the perfect drumset for kun loong while walking around harbourfront mall. yeah, btw it was in a toy shop. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23161121-114768400543670737?l=-spiked-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/feeds/114768400543670737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23161121&amp;postID=114768400543670737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/114768400543670737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/114768400543670737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/2006/05/shit-today-was-so-crap.html' title=''/><author><name>asdfghjkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197982738534010283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23161121.post-114761391821901548</id><published>2006-05-15T00:04:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T00:38:38.233+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lately it's been like, what is the point of life. what is the reason for why we are all here on this damn planet? practically everything in life hurts. the experiences, the processess of whatever shit you're forced through, everything. i mean, come on. even a masochist has limits. there come a point when it's like, what the fuck, who gives a damn if you go on or give up anyway? a few years after your death everyone's just going to forget you anyway. attend the funeral, play some requiem, shed a few tears, and then life goes on. back to normal. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; so what if you fall apart too soon. not supposed to? too damn bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i wonder why people want a painless death. you spend your whole life afraid of pain, you're hiding from it, you &lt;em&gt;avoid&lt;/em&gt; it for chrissakes. so doesn't it make more sense to at least experience some pain before you die? not like the pain will last for eternity anyway. it'll stop at some point. and then you can leave this earth knowing you've faced up to one of your fears. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;then again, that's just me. some people prefer a painless death. cause they want to leave the earth happy? possibly wanting to feel truly happy or at least at peace for the first time in their life before leaving. no idea. whatever pleases you, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;memory is a curse. i'd rather have my memory wiped blank for some time periods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23161121-114761391821901548?l=-spiked-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/feeds/114761391821901548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23161121&amp;postID=114761391821901548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/114761391821901548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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strangely enough my finger didn't. but now it does. argh. and i had a nightmare about band practice. shan't elaborate. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lit test made me think. for like the fist time ever, i thought deeply during a test. i mean apart from thinking about the answers, obviously. the unseen part was about power struggle and control. JLC part was analysing the mother daughter relationship, and....shit what's the first one? um...never mind. it's deep. it can like totally relate to personal relationships and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok whatever, stop obssessing over it. exams are over! i feel like ripping up my chem stuff and feeding it to some unlucky stray animal, but that'll probably poison it. haha. maybe i'll burn it instead. or go east coast and toss it into the sea. hell yeah. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and the da vinci code is nc16. like wtf? hello, most of the research is &lt;em&gt;true&lt;/em&gt;, you know. he only screwed the layout.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23161121-114748167841872788?l=-spiked-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/feeds/114748167841872788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23161121&amp;postID=114748167841872788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/114748167841872788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/114748167841872788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/2006/05/poseidon-is-most-definitely-not-for.html' title=''/><author><name>asdfghjkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197982738534010283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23161121.post-114562472402353334</id><published>2006-04-21T23:48:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T00:05:24.036+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Put an X by the things you've done and send it to your friends.&lt;br /&gt;( x) Smoked a Cigarette.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Crashed a friend's car.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Stolen a car.&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been loved, cuddled with, or treated like you belonged.&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been in love.&lt;br /&gt;(x) Shoplifted on a dare.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been fired.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been in a fist fight.&lt;br /&gt;(x) Snuck out of your parents house.&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had feelings for someone who didn't have them back.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Arrested.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Gone on a blind date.&lt;br /&gt;(x) Lied to a friend.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Skipped school.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Seen someone die or dying.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Had a crush on one of your internet friends.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been to the US.&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been on a plane.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Purposely set a part of yourself on fire.&lt;br /&gt;(x) Eaten Sushi.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been skiing.&lt;br /&gt;(x) Met someone in person from the internet.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been moshing at a concert.&lt;br /&gt;(x) Taken painkillers.&lt;br /&gt;(x) Loved someone or missed someone.&lt;br /&gt;(x) Laid on your back and watched the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Made a snow angel.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Had a tea party.&lt;br /&gt;(x) Flown a kite.&lt;br /&gt;(x) Built a Sand Castle.&lt;br /&gt;(x) Gone puddle jumping.&lt;br /&gt;(x) Played Dress up&lt;br /&gt;(x) Jumped into a pile of leaves.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Gone Sledding.&lt;br /&gt;(x) Cheated while playing a game.&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been lonely.&lt;br /&gt;(x) Fallen asleep at work/school.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Used A Fake ID.&lt;br /&gt;(x) Watched the sun set.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Felt an Earthquake&lt;br /&gt;(x) Touched a snake.&lt;br /&gt;(x) Slept beneath the stars.&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Tickled.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Robbed.&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;(x) Won a contest.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Ran a red light&lt;br /&gt;( )Been suspended from school.&lt;br /&gt;(x)Been in a car.&lt;br /&gt;( )Had braces.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Felt like an outcast.&lt;br /&gt;(x) Liked the way you looked.&lt;br /&gt;(x) questioned ur heart.&lt;br /&gt;(x)Been obsessed with a lot of different things.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Squished barefoot through the mud.&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been lost in life.&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been to the opposite side of the country.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Swam in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;(x) Felt like Dying.&lt;br /&gt;( x)Cried yourself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Played cops and robbers.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Recently colored with crayons.&lt;br /&gt;(x) Done something you told yourself you wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;(x) Made prank phone calls.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Laughed until some kind of beverage came out your nose. [gross!]&lt;br /&gt;( ) Caught a snowflake on your tongue.&lt;br /&gt;(x)Danced in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;(x) Written a letter to Santa.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been kissed under the Mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;( ) Watched the sun rise with someone you care about&lt;br /&gt;(x) Blown bubbles.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Made a bonfire on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Crashed a party.&lt;br /&gt;(x) Gone Rollerskating.&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had a wish come true&lt;br /&gt;( )Worn Pearls.&lt;br /&gt;(x) Jumped off a bridge.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Ate Dog/Cat Food.&lt;br /&gt;(x)believe(ed) in ghosts.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Have more than 30 pairs of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;( )Worn a really ugly outfit to school just to see what people would say.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Gone streaking.&lt;br /&gt;() Gone doorbell ditching&lt;br /&gt;( ) Played Chicken.&lt;br /&gt;(x) Pushed into a pool/hot tub with all your clothes on.&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been told you're hot by a complete stranger.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Broken a bone.&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been easily Amused.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Caught a fish then ate it.&lt;br /&gt;() Caught a butterfly&lt;br /&gt;(x) Laughed so hard you cried.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Cried so hard you laughed.&lt;br /&gt;(x) Cheated on a test.&lt;br /&gt;(x)Have a Britney Spears CD.&lt;br /&gt;(x) Forgotten someone's name.&lt;br /&gt;(x) French braided someone's hair.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Gone skinny dipping.&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been threatened to be kicked out of your house.&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been kicked out of your house.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been hit by a car&lt;br /&gt;( ) Told a complete stranger you loved them.&lt;br /&gt;( )Had a dream that you married someone.&lt;br /&gt;( )Glued your hand to something.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Got your tongue stuck to a pole.&lt;br /&gt;(x) Sat on a roof top.&lt;br /&gt;(x) Sang at the top of your lungs&lt;br /&gt;(x) talked on the phone for at least 3 hours straight.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Didn't take a shower for a week.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Had a tree house.&lt;br /&gt;( ) been too scared to watch a scary movie alone&lt;br /&gt;( ) been in love that u couldnt stop thinkin bout her/him&lt;br /&gt;( ) use a friend&lt;br /&gt;(x)Act stupid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23161121-114562472402353334?l=-spiked-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/feeds/114562472402353334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23161121&amp;postID=114562472402353334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/114562472402353334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/114562472402353334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/2006/04/put-x-by-things-youve-done-and-send-it.html' title=''/><author><name>asdfghjkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197982738534010283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23161121.post-114479337129179517</id><published>2006-04-12T08:53:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T09:12:47.376+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've been tagged by richmond so..&lt;br /&gt;Name 20 ppl you can think of right now at the top of yr head. Dont read the questions underneath until you write the names of all 20 ppl. ok tag at least 5 ppl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. renee&lt;br /&gt;2. derek&lt;br /&gt;3. james marsters&lt;br /&gt;4. jia jie&lt;br /&gt;5. jia hui&lt;br /&gt;6. wen qiang&lt;br /&gt;7. ian [tan]&lt;br /&gt;8. meijun&lt;br /&gt;9. priscilla&lt;br /&gt;10. kia weng&lt;br /&gt;11. de xing&lt;br /&gt;12. ulric&lt;br /&gt;13. jia ying&lt;br /&gt;14. mr anthony chew lol&lt;br /&gt;15. richmond&lt;br /&gt;16. hakam&lt;br /&gt;17. dionne&lt;br /&gt;18. minling&lt;br /&gt;19. johnny depp&lt;br /&gt;20. sherilyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i didnt put your name don't cry ok these names just popped into my head at the time. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.how did u meet 14?&lt;br /&gt;last year, the 2nd band practice. =) mr chew rocks.&lt;br /&gt;2.what would you do if u've never met 1?&lt;br /&gt;i'd be psycho. even more than i am now. but seriously, renee keeps me sane.&lt;br /&gt;3.what would u do if 20 and 9 dated?&lt;br /&gt;shreilyn + priscilla? hahaha. they're not les.&lt;br /&gt;4.did u ever lik 19?&lt;br /&gt;OF COURSE. what is there not to like?&lt;br /&gt;5.would 6 and 17 make a good couple?&lt;br /&gt;wen qiang + dionne. i'm not sure if they know each other though...haha i should go intro them&lt;br /&gt;6.Describe 3.&lt;br /&gt;JAMES MARSTERS IS HOT. that's all.&lt;br /&gt;7.Do u tink 8 is attractive?&lt;br /&gt;meijun. my girlfriend so hell yeah.&lt;br /&gt;8.Tell me sth about 7.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. during band practice he always call me what, ferrah? something like that. then i call him i-an back. lol. but ok he's funny and pretty good on the flute.&lt;br /&gt;9.Do you know any of 12's family?&lt;br /&gt;he has a mom, a dad, a sis and a dog. he doesn't need grandparents =P&lt;br /&gt;10.What's 8's favourite?&lt;br /&gt;her hello kitty princess pencilcase, milk from energy, brown, long eyelashes, eyeliner, ok it's a long list.&lt;br /&gt;11. what would u do if 18 just confessed he/she likes you?&lt;br /&gt;of course she likes me. i'm her friend. xD&lt;br /&gt;12.what language does 15 speak?&lt;br /&gt;english, chinese maybe some dialect??&lt;br /&gt;13.Who is 9 going out with?&lt;br /&gt;me! lol.&lt;br /&gt;14.how old is 16 now?&lt;br /&gt;err. 16? dunno.&lt;br /&gt;15.When's the last time u talked to 13?&lt;br /&gt;about 10 hours ago&lt;br /&gt;16.what is 2's favourite band/singer?&lt;br /&gt;oh man. i have no idea! some elvish tune? haha. no la. probably band songs, that type. if not then why he join swiss?&lt;br /&gt;17.would u ever date 4?&lt;br /&gt;we are. -.-&lt;br /&gt;18.would u ever date 7?&lt;br /&gt;ian....um....dunno maybe?&lt;br /&gt;19.Is 15 single?&lt;br /&gt;as far as i know&lt;br /&gt;20.What is 10's last name?&lt;br /&gt;kee&lt;br /&gt;21.Would u ever be in a serious relationship with 11?&lt;br /&gt;one and a half years ago. lol.&lt;br /&gt;22.What school does 3 go to?&lt;br /&gt;he graduated from julliard =) and the pacific conservatory of performing arts.&lt;br /&gt;23.Where does 6 live?&lt;br /&gt;serangoon north. or is it gardens?&lt;br /&gt;24.What's yr fav thing about 5?&lt;br /&gt;she's cute &lt;strong&gt;naturally&lt;/strong&gt; cute.&lt;br /&gt;25.Have u seen number 1 naked?&lt;br /&gt;ew. i'm close to renee but not THAT close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i'm tagging meijun, sherilyn, minling, dionne and the official james marsters website if it has a tagboard. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23161121-114479337129179517?l=-spiked-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/feeds/114479337129179517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23161121&amp;postID=114479337129179517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/114479337129179517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/114479337129179517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/2006/04/ive-been-tagged-by-richmond-so.html' title=''/><author><name>asdfghjkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197982738534010283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23161121.post-114457605215392364</id><published>2006-04-09T20:19:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T20:47:32.186+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay. i'm influencing people to use "ass" as a nonsense cussword which is really not a cussword at all. =) hahaha. so nonsense. ok whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a weird idea, but i've always wanted to set up a bunch of pianos [like maybe 30+?] in one area and make each pianist take an orchestral score and play an instrument's part, eg. 2 pianos on the trombone part, one pianist per clarinet part, or horn part, or whatever. i think it'd be cool. and it'd do fine with or without percussion. lol. and not just for orchestral music. even band music. ensembles. quartets. yeah, you get the idea. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that cd i bought the other day, "he sings the blues". yeah, that's a total ripoff. it's not even total blues. it has a &lt;em&gt;kenny rogers&lt;/em&gt; track, for crying out loud. what is a country western  singer doing on a blues album???? ok but other than that, it's quite nice, if only because it contains "me &amp; mrs jones". god i love that song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man. do people go around getting addicted to stuff? i mean not just to songs. also to stuff that you do, like obsessively writing a phrase on any available surface, or saying a bunch of words just cause they feel good coming out your mouth, or drinking/eating only a certain food? i do. anyone else who does do tell me so we can get addicted to stuff together. =) it's fun. and don't worry, the addiction lasts only a few days. the longest i ever had was 4 days, for "nancy boy" by placebo. and nearly a month, for pineapple. yeah, but generally it doesn't last long. haha. maybe i should start keeping track of my addictions. ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Addictions:&lt;br /&gt;Song: switchfoot's innocence again&lt;br /&gt;Food: does panadoll count? not that i like it. just that i have alot of headaches.&lt;br /&gt;Drink: umm. hahaha. i won't say.&lt;br /&gt;Phrase: so ass. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's about it for now. a nice long post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When everything you'll get is everything that you wanted, princess,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well what would you prefer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My finger on the trigger, or me face down, across your floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23161121-114457605215392364?l=-spiked-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/feeds/114457605215392364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23161121&amp;postID=114457605215392364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/114457605215392364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/114457605215392364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/2006/04/yay.html' title=''/><author><name>asdfghjkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197982738534010283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23161121.post-114337620876311392</id><published>2006-03-26T22:49:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T23:30:08.786+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had this weird dream. that me and bunch of people in tagore were walking down some road and we met ms ow so we killed her. then we dragged her body further down the road and met ivan lee and gave it to him. and yes, he was wearing that yellow shirt which he wears 4 out of 5 days a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well at least it wasn't a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and the learning carnival wasn't a total waste of time. i figured out how to read a map. =) yeah, but apart from that it was so boring. complete deadness going on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23161121-114337620876311392?l=-spiked-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/feeds/114337620876311392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23161121&amp;postID=114337620876311392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/114337620876311392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/114337620876311392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-had-this-weird-dream.html' title=''/><author><name>asdfghjkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197982738534010283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23161121.post-114328738333524406</id><published>2006-03-25T21:45:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T21:51:41.506+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Defination of an Insult&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asshole: a true statement. like whose ass has no hole?&lt;br /&gt;Bastard: insult not directed at listener, but rather at parents. especially the mother.&lt;br /&gt;Bitch: female dog. works both ways: a man's best friend.&lt;br /&gt;Faggot: a homosexual. which means you're happy!&lt;br /&gt;Fucker: a compliment: you're capable of sex.&lt;br /&gt;Son of a Bitch: again, insult directed at the mother.wth!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23161121-114328738333524406?l=-spiked-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/feeds/114328738333524406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23161121&amp;postID=114328738333524406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/114328738333524406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/114328738333524406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/2006/03/defination-of-insult-asshole-true.html' title=''/><author><name>asdfghjkl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197982738534010283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23161121.post-114268529963108368</id><published>2006-03-18T22:18:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T22:34:59.656+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>am still swooning over yesterday. oh my god. so &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt;. ahahaha. my god, i love that place. love him for sending me there. hahaha. such nonsense. sigh. should've gone there instead of here. hope i'm not making sense here. i'm not supposed to. but anyway. LH [no, not me] said that they have the "professional atmosphere" while we have the "home atmosphere". y'know what? i'd toss out the "home" for "professional" any day. it's so much more...suitable. argh. maybe i'll drop out, move house and go there. xD bunk over at the elf's place. hahaha. human elf. lol. but really. he looks so elfin. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something is so wrong with my phone. i just got a whole slew of messages, some of them from like the DAY BEFORE omfg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23161121-114268529963108368?l=-spiked-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/feeds/114268529963108368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>today must be wear green shoes day. in school there were about 4-5 teachers during assembly alone wearing green shoes/shoes with green details. then later on the way to central i saw another lady with green sandals. then my neighbour's son wearing green sneakers. six people at least. probably i should dig out my green shoes to wear as well, only thing i still have the blister that left side gave me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23161121-114139526162604312?l=-spiked-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/feeds/114139526162604312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23161121&amp;postID=114139526162604312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno. just got sick of chalk angels. though i doubt any reader knows what is a chalk angel. i don't much care. that part of my life is over. so over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23161121-114112965528680865?l=-spiked-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-spiked-.blogspot.com/feeds/114112965528680865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23161121&amp;postID=114112965528680865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/114112965528680865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23161121/posts/default/114112965528680865'/><link 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